Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Q65,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.